#chmurnik

[lugvelesasrz]

New episode!!! In this one we will talk about persons who protected their community using supernatural abilities - Vetrovnici.

Subtitles in English language are available for those who do not understand Serbian language.

Enjoy, Slava!

[joemerl]

Writer's Month 2022, Day 31: "Rainbow"

Original fiction/Fantasy based on Slavic mythology Status/Word count: Could be complete on its own, but I want to add more later. 311 words. Summary/Author's notes: Based on the legend of the planetik/chmurnik/a bunch of other names for Slavic weather spirits.

"I bet I can run all the way to the rainbow and back," Dalibor said, pointing off into the distance.

His big sister, Oliga, made a face. "A rainbow isn't something you can reach, stupid. It disappears if you run toward it."

"I bet I can touch it."

"Can not."

"Can so!"

"Then try it," she said dismissively.

"Alright!" he said, and ran off.

Dalibor ran, and sure enough, the rainbow only seemed to become sharper as he got closer. He crested a small hill, slowing to a trot and looking up at it in wonder. It rose so high overhead that he couldn't even it from up close, the sunlight burning his eyes; its end hovered over the ground about twenty feet away. Up close, its colors were brighter than he could have imagined, and it glittered as if made of thousands and thousands of stars. It was hazy at the edges.

He got closer, and still it didn't disappear. He grinned to himself. And then, without even really thinking, he reached out to touch it, wondering it if would be solid or if it was just beautifully colored mist. Maybe he could even grab a handful of rainbow to shove in Oliga's face!

It was solid. And at his touch, the colored threads lashed out and wrapped around his wrist.

"Hey!"

He pulled back, grimacing in pain—the threads of rainbow tightened, and its sparkling bits burned and bit into his skin. It snaked its way up his arm and pulled—Dalibor screamed as his feet were wretched from the earth, and suddenly he had the strangest feeling, like a great weight was melting off him—he became impossibly light, rising into the air with no more effort than a gust of wind.

He screamed again, and was yanked up into the sky, his human body dissolving behind him.

[zagubionawdrodze]

"Staruszek przed każdym zdaniem wyglądał jakby musiał je najpierw dobrze przeżuć. Jego oczy traciły na chwilę blask, zmarszczki stawały się głębsze, a ręką zamierała w połowie gestu. Kiedy uznawał, że słowa już są odpowiednio zmiękczone kontynuował opowieść.

Była to prawda z gatunku tych nieprzyjemnych, a jednak brzmiała jak baśń. Stary chmurnik przez lata wielokrotnie przekazywał takie wieści nie tylko w lepiankach u stóp ruin, ale i w bogatych miejskich domach.

Mówił o ciężkiej pracy która nie może pójść na marne. O dzieciach i starcach którzy potrzebują pomocy. O tym jak ważny jest sąsiad zza płotu i z końca wsi.

Stali wokół niego i obserwowali jak układa słowa. Przez ten czas nikt nie był ważniejszy niż mędrzec który niósł zawsze tylko prawdę.

A tego roku prawda była straszna. Do lata deszczu nie będzie."

[ertainall]

Maid of Heart pedale

Dzięki moje kochane Mage.Jak zawsze zabrałaś mi mój ODDECH, gdy zobaczyłam, że mam jedną wiadomość w skrzynce :v

[slavonica-antiqua]

Płanetnik or Chmurnik – demonic or half-demonic figure from Slavic folklore that embodies weather phenomena.  It was believed Płanetniks guided the clouds and sent down storms and hails. To become a Płanetnik, one had to die a sudden death or commit suicide – usually a drowned or hunged person was believed to become the demon. People imagined them to take from of elderly men in wide hats or some small creatures. Some chosen men, who could control weather, were believed to be Płanetniks too. Just before the storm they were drawn by a rainbow into the sky and there they fought a battle with air dragons that symbolized hail and storm clouds. The other version says Płanetniks went out into the fields and cast out the storms with magic spells. Depending on the circumstances, Płanetniks could be accommodating or hostile towards people.  To gain their favor one had to throw some flour into the wind or fire. Some Płanetniks came down from the sky to warn people about upcoming storm or drought.